Chapter 2249 - Ch: 106-113

Chapter 106 You Lost, Tony

Though he could only harbor grievances in frustration.

However, Fury was the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., after all, and possessed a level of endurance that ordinary people could not reach.

He took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the rage that made him want to draw his gun and kill someone.

Then, he opened his eyes again, his gaze turning cold and resolute.

He walked over to the table by the hospital bed, pulled a file bag from the inner pocket of his clothes, and slammed it heavily in front of Steve.

"Captain Rogers, I don't care how people spoke in your era, nor do I care what prejudices you have against me."

Fury placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared fixedly into Steve's eyes.

"But now, the World faces a huge threat. We need you to be the leader of a brand-new team, and this team is called the Avengers."

Steve stopped chewing.

He glanced at the file bag on the table, then at Fury, and let out a disdainful cold snort.

"Avengers? Sounds like a crappy name a bunch of unemployed fucking street punks gave themselves."

Steve rudely tore open the seal of the file bag and dumped the photos and documents inside onto the table.

The topmost photo showed the ruins of a street in Los Angeles.

In the photo, a man wearing black armor hovered in mid-air, his eyes glowing with a dazzling, searing white light.

Next to him was an iron man wearing red-and-gold armor.

Steve frowned, picked up the photo, and looked at it.

"What the fuck is this thing? A circus performance?"

"They are not circus actors," Fury said coldly.

"These are the Stark Brothers. The one in the black armor is Lucas Stark, and the one in the red-and-gold armor is Tony Stark. They are the sons of Howard Stark."

Hearing the name Howard Stark, Steve froze for a moment.

Then, a trace of complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed.

Fury keenly captured Steve's emotional change; he knew his chance had come.

Thus, he began to follow the plan, wildly adding fuel to the fire.

"These two people possess powerful strength, but they are completely out of control, just like a tumor of this country."

Fury pointed at Luca and Tony in the photo, his tone full of anger and accusation.

"A month ago, in Los Angeles, we sent a special squad from S.H.I.E.L.D. to help them."

"And the result?" Fury gritted his teeth, putting on a heartbroken expression.

"These two lawless bastards not only treated the special squad as monsters and massacred them all, but they also turned things around and publicly slandered me in front of the media as an anti-human Terrorist!"

"They sent me to a military prison! If I didn't have some connections, I'd still be eating cold rice in a cell right now!"

The more Fury spoke, the more excited he became, feeling that his acting skills were becoming more and more flawless.

He believed that anyone with a sense of justice would be filled with righteous indignation upon hearing such a thing.

Let alone a moral benchmark like Captain America, even though he didn't look much like one right now.

He expected Steve to slam the table, curse the Stark Brothers as the scum of society, and then volunteer to go and capture those two bastards back.

However, the other party's reaction completely exceeded Fury's expectations.

Steve ignored Fury and continued flipping through the photos.

He saw photos of Luca surrounded by women on a yacht, and photos of Tony surrounded by a group of bikini beauties at a party.

Steve looked at these photos and suddenly started laughing.

He laughed very loudly, his laughter echoing in the ward, making Coulson's ears buzz.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fury's brows knitted into a ball, completely failing to understand the other person's thought process.

Steve abruptly put away his smile, grabbed a photo, and slammed it fiercely onto Fury's face.

"I'm laughing at you fucking treating me like a fool!" Steve pointed at Fury's nose and cursed loudly.

"You fucking call those things that look like stitched corpses and long-haired Beasts a special squad?!"

Fury was stunned.

He hadn't expected Steve to have this reaction.

"When I was fighting HYDRA in Europe back then, the people I hated most were perverts who did human experiments!"

Steve's spit sprayed onto Fury's face, his eyes extremely fierce.

"You, a Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., actually use these disgusting monsters to fight wars? How the fuck do you have the face to call others anti-human? I think you black bastard are the biggest anti-human element!"

Fury's face turned livid.

He wanted to retort, but Steve didn't give him any chance to speak at all.

"And another thing!"

Steve forcefully poked Fury's shoulder, poking him back step by step.

"That fucking old pervert Howard, even though his head is full of women, even though he's a softie who only knows how to screw actresses, he's a true genius!"

"My shield and uniform were both made by his own hands! Back on the battlefield, he was a huge help to me!"

Steve pointed at the photos of Luca and Tony on the table.

"Now you run over to tell me that his son is a tumor?"

"I think you fucking damned cotton machine just want to sow discord and use my hands to deal with them! Do you think that after I slept for seventy years, my brain is broken?!"

Steve gave Fury a round of output, scolding Fury so badly that he was bruised and battered, completely unable to fight back.

Coulson stood in the corner, shivering.

He felt that everything that happened today was more surreal than his entire twenty-year career as an Agent.

Fury was trembling all over with anger, his breathing becoming very rapid.

He swore that if he weren't unable to beat Steve, he would definitely empty all his bullets into him.

The atmosphere in the ward dropped to freezing point.

After a long while, Steve finally grew tired of scolding.

He sat back on the hospital bed, picked up the burger, and began to eat it in large bites.

"Alright, get out," Steve said indistinctly while chewing the beef.

"I will go see them in person. Let's see what kind of goods Howard's spawn really are. If they are really as bad as you said, I will kick their asses with my own hands."

"But if I find out you black bastard are fucking lying to me..."

Steve stopped his movement and gave Fury a murderous look.

"Then I'll gouge out your other eye too and stuff it into your grandma's asshole."

Fury didn't speak, gave Steve a deep look, and then turned and walked out of the ward.

Coulson hurriedly followed behind.

Walking to the end of the corridor, Fury stopped, leaned against the wall, and let out a long breath of foul air.

"Director, what should we do now?" Coulson asked worriedly.

"The Captain is completely out of control and full of hostility towards us."

But Fury suddenly let out a laugh.

"No, Coulson. The plan is a success."

Coulson looked at Fury with a face full of confusion.

He didn't understand why the Director came to such a conclusion.

He was clearly scolded worse than a dog just now; could it be he enjoyed being scolded?

Seeing Coulson's puzzled look, Fury patiently explained.

"Don't you understand yet? Rogers has a violent temper and a strong sense of personal heroism. And even though he scolded me, he has already accepted the mission and decided to contact the Stark Brothers personally."

Fury smiled slightly.

"Luca and Tony's personalities are even worse than Rogers's. When this foul-mouthed World War II veteran encounters two lawless playboys, what do you think will happen?"

Coulson froze for a moment, an image flashing in his mind, and couldn't help shivering.

"They will fight," Coulson blurted out.

"That's right," Fury snapped his fingers.

"Rogers can't stand their demeanor, and they definitely won't be able to stand Rogers's temper. This is called driving a tiger to devour a wolf. We just need to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and when they both suffer and are wounded, S.H.I.E.L.D. will step out to clean up the mess."

"By then, whether it's the Stark Brothers or the disobedient Captain America, they will all have to listen to our orders."

Fury felt that he saw through the situation and had victory in his grasp.

He had already started picturing the establishment of the Avengers.

...

The next day arrived.

Sunny Monaco.

This was a gathering place for the World's top tycoons, everywhere filled with luxury yachts, supercars, and scantily clad beautiful models.

A super yacht over a hundred meters long was docked in the port.

On the yacht's deck, a luxurious daytime party was being held.

The pounding music was deafening, and champagne foam danced in the sunlight.

Lucas Stark was wearing a shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing solid pectoral muscles.

At this moment, he was wearing sunglasses and lazily lying on a lounge chair.

Around him were six or seven hot-bodied bikini supermodels.

Some of them were feeding Luca grapes, some were massaging Luca's shoulders, and others simply clung to Luca's body, emitting bursts of sweet laughter.

Luca's conditions at the party were simply a dimensionality-reducing strike.

He didn't even need to speak actively; the usually aloof top models and Hollywood actresses would actively dive into his arms.

And on another chair not far from Luca, Tony Stark had a dark face, unhappily drinking juice.

Although Tony's figure had also become tall and well-proportioned now.

But compared to Luca, his face still lacked a tiny, tiny bit of attractiveness.

More importantly, he lost the bet.

"You lost, Tony."

Luca spat out a grape seed and flashed a punchable smile at Tony.

"According to the bet, on the day of the opening ceremony, you have to wear a tight suit and dance a pole dance. I've already had Jarvis custom-make the clothes."

Tony was so angry that he almost crushed the cup in his hand.

"Shut up, Luca. You Beast who only knows how to think with your lower body."

"Look at you right now acting all in heat. Aren't you afraid of dying on a woman's belly one day?"

"You don't need to trouble yourself with that. With my physical fitness, even if I fight continuously for a month, I won't feel tired," Luca raised his eyebrows smugly.

"It's you, Tony. Clearly your eyes are almost glued to the models' chests, yet you still put on the appearance of an upright gentleman. A repressed man like you has such a tiring life."

"I was looking at it with the eyes of appreciating art!" Tony argued loudly.

"Chapter 107: Hammer, Haven't You Gone Bankrupt Yet?"

Just as the brothers were engaged in their daily bantering, Pepper walked over holding a thick schedule.

Seeing a group of scantily clad women on the deck, she sighed helplessly.

"Tony, Luca. Can you two tone it down a bit?" Pepper walked between the two and said loudly.

"We are here to participate in the Formula 1 Grand Prix, not to hold an orgy. You must attend tonight's charity gala on time. Also, Tony, the racing car is ready. Are you sure you want to drive it yourself?"

"Of course. I'm a genius racing driver."

Tony stood up, straightened his clothes, and resumed his confident look.

Behind Pepper followed Luca's personal assistant, Jessica.

Today, Jessica was wearing a black tight bodycon dress.

This outfit vividly outlined her curvaceous figure.

At this moment, she was holding a stack of documents in her hands, lowering her head silently, trying her best not to look at Luca.

Jessica had been living very aggrieved over the past month.

Every day she had to follow by Luca's side, enduring all kinds of overt and covert workplace harassment.

Luca always liked to make her do odd jobs like serving tea, pouring water, and giving massages.

What left her most speechless was that he often stared at her with aggressive eyes.

"Fuck!"

"What is this supposed to be?!"

"Staring at her every day without making a move, what on earth is Luca trying to do?!"

"If you're going to make a move, do it; otherwise, don't."

She found dilatory men most annoying.

Most importantly, during the time she followed by Luca's side, she discovered a very absurd thing.

This guy Luca was getting stronger every single day, and even within a single day, his morning and afternoon energy intensities were different.

It was equivalent to this guy being stronger every minute than the previous minute.

Just knowing this was already terrifying, let alone that she was lurking around him as a spy.

To put it bluntly, one careless mistake and she would lose her life.

Therefore, Jessica wanted to report to headquarters countless times and request to evacuate from this dangerous mission.

But Pierce strictly ordered her to continue lurking and must obtain the core secrets of the Stark Brothers.

"Jessica, my shoulders are a bit sore. Come give me a massage."

Luca suddenly hooked his finger at Jessica.

Jessica was slightly stunned.

Then she bit her lip, suppressing her humiliation and anger, walked behind Luca, and gently began to massage him.

"Harder. Didn't you eat?" Luca said with his eyes closed, looking extremely satisfied.

Jessica had already cursed all eighteen generations of Luca's ancestors in her heart, and increased the strength in her hands a bit.

She really wanted to snap this bastard's neck directly, but she knew she couldn't do it.

Tony, standing aside, also rolled his eyes at this scene and turned into the cabin.

...

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

Inside the banquet hall of Monaco's most luxurious hotel, the lights were brilliant and elegantly dressed people mingled.

A charity gala was being held here, and those attending were political and business celebrities from all over the World.

Luca and Tony held champagne glasses, shuttling through the crowd.

Wherever they went became the focus of the audience.

Countless flashes flickered at them, and reporters scrambled to interview these two currently prominent superheroes.

Just at this moment, a voice that sounded unmistakably like a bad guy came from the side.

"Oh, look who it is. Isn't this our great Stark Brothers?"

The crowd automatically made way.

Justin Hammer was wearing a flashy silver suit, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and walked over with a smug face.

Behind Hammer followed a poker-faced man.

This man wore a black suit, with sinister eyes, and a very uncomfortable aura all over his body.

His name was Vincent Carter.

Hammer did not know that Vincent at this time was actually an extraterrestrial life form, Arulu.

Hammer only knew that Vincent had been performing exceptionally well in Hammer Industries recently, so he promoted him to his personal assistant.

Hammer could be said to be in high spirits recently.

Not only did he obtain the technology of a certain miniature reactor from that USB flash drive, but he also secretly recruited a group of scientists, currently secretly developing the Hammer Armor.

He felt that he finally had the capital to rival Stark Industries.

"Hammer. Haven't you gone bankrupt yet?" Tony looked Hammer up and down, mercilessly mocking him.

"I thought your company would have been dragged down by Military orders long ago."

Hammer's expression stiffened for a moment, but quickly resumed his petty smug smile.

"Tony, your mouth is still as refined and vulgar. But it doesn't matter, soon you won't be able to laugh."

Hammer walked up to Tony and lowered his voice to speak.

"The era of Stark Industries has passed."

"Soon, Hammer Industries will show the entire World what true future technology is. Your reactor is simply not worth mentioning."

Tony shrugged, not taking Hammer's words to heart at all.

In his eyes, Hammer was just a clown who only knew how to plagiarize.

Luca, who had been standing aside without speaking, slightly narrowed his eyes at this moment.

His gaze fell on Vincent behind Hammer.

In his vision, everything around him turned into the flow of energy.

The energy of ordinary people was a faint White, while Tony's energy was a blazing red Fire.

However, when Luca's gaze swept across Vincent's body, he saw a mass of twisted black energy.

This mass of black energy was like a parasite, exuding an uncomfortable aura.

Luca chuckled, becoming a bit interested.

"What is this thing?!"

But no matter what this thing was, it actually delivered itself to his door.

However, Luca didn't plan to make a move immediately.

This was a charity gala, full of reporters and celebrities, not to mention this guy didn't even know what he came here to do.

As the old saying goes, if it's none of your business, why bother?

That person was lurking beside Hammer, not beside him, Luca.

At this time, he preferred to use words to destroy the enemy's psychological defense line.

He was a capitalist, not Jesus.

Luca stepped forward, blocking in front of Tony.

"Hammer, I've always been curious about a question."

"Are you really so broke lately that you can't even afford to make ends meet? Can't even afford a decent bodyguard?"

Hammer was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Luca suddenly steered the topic to bodyguards.

"What do you mean, Luca?" Hammer frowned.

Luca pointed at Vincent standing behind Hammer, and said in an exaggerated tone.

"Which sewer did you dig this pervert out from? Look at his lifeless appearance, his face as pale as a dead man's, and his eyes as lecherous as a peeping tom."

"Standing behind you, he looks like he was just fucked by someone in the morgue. Aren't you ashamed to bring such a person out?"

As soon as Luca's words fell, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Many socialites and tycoons looked at Hammer and Vincent with strange eyes, covering their mouths and snickering.

Hammer's face flushed red, trembling with anger, pointing at Luca, unable to say a word for a long time.

"You... You went too far! Lucas Stark!"

"Too far? I'm just stating a fact." Luca shrugged his shoulders and continued outputting.

"Also, Hammer. You just said Hammer Industries is going to show future technology? Stop kidding. Your company can't even build a decent toaster. Your so-called future technology wouldn't be letting a perverted bodyguard perform eating live mice on stage, would it?"

The laughter in the crowd grew louder.

Tony couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

When it came to scolding people, this younger brother of his was truly World-class.

Hammer was so angry he was about to vomit blood.

He turned his head and glared fiercely at Vincent, signaling him to go up and teach Luca a lesson.

However, Vincent did not move.

At this time, Vincent's, or rather Arulu's, heart had already stirred up monstrous waves.

Arulu stared fixedly at Luca.

It could feel that just in that very instant, Luca's gaze seemed to have directly seen through its true form.

The fear of being seen through made Arulu feel very uncomfortable.

"He saw through me? He definitely saw through me!"

"This guy knows of my existence! He was deliberately probing me just now!"

Arulu frowned deeply.

It knew Luca's strength very well; a person who could tear monsters apart bare-handed on the streets of Los Angeles was definitely not something its current self could contend with.

If it made a move now, it would definitely be beaten into a puddle of mud by Luca on the spot.

"Can't be impulsive! Absolutely can't be impulsive! I must endure!"

Arulu suppressed the murderous intent in its heart and took a step back.

Afterward, he grabbed Hammer, who was about to lose his sanity.

"Boss, calm down. There are too many people here, not suitable for a conflict." Vincent said in a stiff voice.

Although Hammer was mad with anger, he wasn't stupid.

He knew he couldn't beat the Stark Brothers. If he started a fight here, he would definitely be the one to suffer.

"You guys are ruthless! Stark!"

Hammer glared fiercely at Luca and Tony, and said through gritted teeth.

"Tomorrow's racing competition, I'll let you know who the real winner is! Let's go!"

With that, Hammer took Vincent and left the banquet hall in embarrassment.

Seeing their fleeing figures, Luca picked up his champagne, took a gentle sip, and shrugged indifferently.

"Luca, that guy is a bit off." Tony walked to Luca's side and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry about him, Tony."

Luca raised an eyebrow, revealing a relaxed smile.

"Just trash. If he dares to make trouble at tomorrow's race, I'll personally shove him back into the toilet and flush."

Luca put down his glass and patted Tony's shoulder.

"Let's go, my brother. Tonight's party has just begun. Let's go show the beauties of Monaco the charm of the Stark Family."

The brothers smiled at each other and turned into the dance floor.

In the corner of the banquet hall, Jessica sighed helplessly.

She knew that tomorrow definitely wouldn't be peaceful again.

And she didn't know if Luca would notice anything abnormal about her.

Chapter 108: I Thought It Would Make Me Sweat A Bit

Time advanced to the small hours of the morning.

Inside a high-end hotel room in Monaco, Jessica sat on the sofa wearing a nightgown.

The curtains of the room were tightly drawn, and a specially encrypted laptop was placed on the table.

On the screen was the face of Alexander Pierce, a high-ranking official of HYDRA.

"Officer." Jessica respectfully lowered her head.

"Jessica, report the situation on your end." Pierce spoke expressionlessly.

"The Stark Brothers are currently both in Monaco, and tomorrow they will go to participate in the F1 racing competition. Lucas Stark still maintains a playboy demeanor and has no guard." Jessica reported truthfully.

Pierce nodded, a trace of vicious light flashing in his eyes.

"Very good. The organization has successfully captured Bruce Banner. Tomorrow, we will airdrop him to the racing site, let him completely lose control, and cause a huge ruckus."

What? Bruce Banner?!

Jessica's heart skipped a beat.

She certainly knew what kind of monster that was.

It was also a guy who would turn into a green giant once he got angry.

Strictly speaking, it was simply a killing machine.

"Officer, what you mean is..."

"Luca and Tony will definitely go to stop Hulk." Pierce sneered.

"If they can defeat Hulk, then the organization's strategy toward the Stark Brothers in the future will need to change completely, and the threat level must be reassessed."

Pierce paused, his tone becoming even more chillingly cold.

"If they lose, or are seriously injured in the battle, Jessica, you must seize every opportunity to obtain their secrets. Understand?"

"Understood." Jessica nodded in agreement.

"In addition," Pierce continued.

"You reported before that Lucas Stark becomes weak at night when there is no Sun. To ensure foolproof success, we have also arranged a backup plan. If tomorrow's plan fails, the assassin will try to see if he can take him down."

The communication was soon cut off, and the screen turned black.

Jessica closed the laptop, leaned weakly against the sofa, and reached out to massage her swollen temples.

She felt somewhat helpless, thinking Pierce was pathetically stupid.

Do the people in the organization really think they can succeed?

Hulk was indeed very strong, being a mindless Beast.

To be honest, Jessica didn't know at all whether Hulk or Luca was stronger.

This past month, she had followed by Luca's side every day, watching with her own eyes this man's physical fitness undergo crazy evolution.

As for becoming weak at night?

Jessica twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a bitter smile.

She seriously suspected whether this was fake news intentionally leaked by Luca.

This bastard had an abundance of energy at night; where was there the slightest appearance of weakness?

The organization sending assassins for a night raid felt more like sending toys to Luca.

But she couldn't say anything, and could only bite the bullet and continue lurking.

Meanwhile, in another luxury hotel in Monaco.

Justin Hammer sat on the sofa in the suite.

Opposite him stood a burly man covered in tattoos.

Ivan Vanko.

"Ivan, in tomorrow's racing competition, Tony Stark will personally take the field." Hammer shook his red wine glass, his eyes full of jealousy and resentment.

"I want you to smash his racing car into scrap metal in front of the World's cameras, and trample his pride underfoot. I want everyone to know that Stark Industries is a joke!"

Ivan bit on a toothpick and looked coldly at Hammer.

"You don't need to say much more; I will make him bleed, and make him die."

Hammer nodded with satisfaction and waved for Ivan to leave.

Ivan didn't say anything either, turned around and walked out of the room, casually closing the door behind him.

Hammer leaned against the sofa, just preparing to enjoy the joy before victory, when his phone suddenly rang.

This was an unknown number.

Hammer frowned and answered the call.

"Justin Hammer." A processed voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hammer did not know that the person calling him was none other than a high-ranking official of HYDRA.

"Who are you? How do you have my private number?" Hammer asked vigilantly.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that we are our own people; do you still remember the parking lot back then?"

Hammer was stunned for a moment, understanding that the other party was those people who had given him the reactor blueprints back then.

"Tomorrow, a big green guy will appear. I want you to bring out the armor you developed in secret, cooperate with that big guy, and target Luca and Tony Stark together. As long as you accomplish this, you will get everything you want."

Hammer was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

"I have already brought the armor."

"And it is custom-made, imitating the demon armor that appeared in Los Angeles some time ago, with heavier firepower and thicker armor. Absolutely no one will trace it back to me."

"Very good. Don't let me down."

The phone was hung up.

Hammer threw the phone onto the table, drank the red wine in the cup in one gulp, and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Tony, Luca, tomorrow will be your date with death!"

Time advanced to the next day.

The Sun was bright and the sky was cloudless.

On the racing track of the Monaco F1 Grand Prix, voices were boiling and the roar of engines was deafening.

The stands were packed to capacity, and media from all over the World aimed their lenses at this track.

At this moment, Tony was wearing a professional racing suit and a helmet.

Afterwards, he confidently got into a blue and white racing car.

On the other side.

In the VIP stand above the track, Luca was enjoying royal treatment.

Sitting to his left was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed supermodel, and sitting to his right was a hot-bodied Hollywood actress.

Jessica stood expressionlessly to the side, holding a fruit plate in her hand, from time to time picking up an iced grape and stuffing it into Luca's mouth.

"The paint job on Tony's car is really ugly."

Luca chewed on the grape and mercilessly complained.

"Mr. Stark, the match is about to start." Jessica helplessly reminded him.

"I know, no need for your nonsense."

Luca yawned and reached out to hug the supermodel's slender waist.

"Let's see what place my dear brother can run."

Along with the starter pistol shot, more than a dozen F1 racing cars rushed out like arrows leaving the bowstring.

The racing cars whizzed past on the narrow street track, kicking up gusts of fierce wind.

Just as the race progressed to the second lap, a sudden change occurred.

A man wearing orange-red overalls suddenly climbed over the barrier and swaggered onto the track.

This was none other than Ivan Vanko.

He tore off his overalls, revealing a crude mechanical exoskeleton, and his chest still lit up with a reactor emitting a faint blue glow.

Ivan flicked his hands, and two long whips flashing with high-voltage current instantly sprang out, making a crackling explosion sound.

The audience was stunned, not knowing what kind of halftime show this was.

Right at this moment, Tony's racing car came roaring over.

A frantic killing intent flashed in Ivan's eyes, and he instantly swung the current whip in his right hand, fiercely lashing towards the oncoming racing car.

"Swish!"

The current whip sliced through Tony's racing car right down the middle like cutting tofu!

The racing car lost control, soared into the air, rolled violently in the air, and then heavily smashed onto the track.

"Boom!"

A huge fireball soared into the sky, billowing with thick smoke.

The whole venue instantly erupted into terrified screams.

The audience was so frightened they fled in all directions, and the scene became chaotic.

In the VIP stand, Pepper was frightened pale, covering her mouth and letting out a scream.

"Tony!"

Hammer in another stand had already excitedly clenched his fists, almost jumping up directly to cheer.

"Well done! Go to hell! You arrogant bastard!"

Hammer shouted frantically in his heart, thinking he had finally eliminated this biggest competitor.

But strangely enough.

Luca on the other side was still sitting steadily on the sofa, not even taking off his sunglasses.

He calmly ate a grape fed to him by Jessica, and then leisurely yawned.

"These fireworks are quite loud."

Seeing Luca acting as if it had nothing to do with him, Jessica felt a burst of speechlessness in her heart.

That was your own biological brother! Weren't you afraid he would be burned to death?

On the track, the fire was still burning fiercely.

Dragging the two current whips, Ivan slowly walked toward the burning wreckage, preparing to appreciate Tony's charred corpse.

Just when everyone thought Tony was dead for sure.

From within the burning wreckage, a series of clicking sounds suddenly came.

"Bang!"

A thick and powerful arm suddenly stretched out from the sea of fire, shoving open the severely deformed car door.

Following closely, a tall and burly figure walked out from the sea of fire.

That's right, it was none other than Tony Stark.

On his body was that set of racing suit that had been burned to rags.

Afterwards, step by step, he walked up in front of the enemy.

The whole audience fell silent.

Everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe everything they saw.

Ivan was dumbfounded.

Hammer in the stand was also dumbfounded.

They tried to find a reasonable explanation for the scene before them.

"Cloaking armor! He must be wearing the latest stealth armor developed by Stark Industries!"

Hammer in the stand fantasized, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Other than cloaking armor, there was simply no way to explain how an ordinary person could survive an explosion.

On the track, Tony twisted his neck, making a clicking sound.

Lowering his head to glance at the burned-away racing suit on his body, Tony was burning with anger.

"Do you know how expensive this set of clothes is? You damned fellow."

Ivan let out a roar, waved the two current whips, and fiercely lashed toward Tony's head.

Tony sneered disdainfully, not even bothering to dodge.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes,

relying on his physical body to withstand the electric whips head-on, he strode aggressively toward Ivan.

The current whips lashed against Tony's body, and aside from whipping his clothes into even more tatters, they didn't even break a patch of his skin.

Ivan was dumbfounded, inexplicably wanting to back away.

But Tony's speed was much faster than his.

He rushed in front of Ivan, grabbed the mechanical exoskeleton on the other's chest, pulled his right fist back, and smashed it fiercely onto the other's face.

"Bang!"

A muffled loud noise.

Ivan was sent flying backward directly for more than a dozen meters.

He heavily smashed into the crash barrier, the huge impact directly smashing a dent into the wall.

Ivan violently spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his head tilted to the side, almost fainting away.

Tony patted his hands, arrogantly arching an eyebrow.

"Just this? I thought it would make me sweat a bit."

Chapter 109 3v3

After a brief dead silence, the audience erupted into a deafening cheer like a tsunami.

The media's camera flashes flickered frantically, recording this unbelievable scene.

Hammer in the stands watched dumbfounded, his legs trembling.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer and quickly prepared to give the order.

Tony didn't wear any stealth armor at all; this guy's physical body was simply a monster!

"Act immediately! Send out the armor! Coordinate with that Russian and kill him for me!"

Soon, the cries of astonishment that had just subsided sounded once again.

A harsh whistling sound came from the sky.

A huge black figure descended from the sky, slamming heavily onto the track and smashing a large crater into the ground.

As the smoke and dust cleared, heavy armor several meters tall appeared before everyone.

The appearance of this armor was very similar to the demon armor that wreaked havoc in Los Angeles some time ago.

But it was larger in size, with thicker armor, and equipped with terrifying heavy machine guns and missile launchers on its arms.

Before everyone could react to this suddenly appearing War Machine, the sound of helicopter propellers came from the sky again.

An unmarked helicopter hovered above the stadium.

Immediately afterwards, the cabin door of the helicopter opened, and several figures joined forces to throw a man directly down from a height of several hundred meters.

Luca in the spectator seats straightened up slightly, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the person falling from the sky with a bewildered expression.

"What kind of act is this? High-altitude littering?"

Luca turned his head to look at Jessica and made a sarcastic remark.

Jessica was also full of shock at this moment.

She knew that was Bruce Banner, but she didn't expect the entrance style to be so simple and crude.

Just as that man was about to crash into the ground.

A figure wearing a black uniform suddenly leaped down from the spectator seats.

He stretched his body in the air and landed steadily beside Tony.

"Bang!"

The man knelt on one knee, holding a round shield painted with a five-pointed star, blocking the flying gravel.

After everyone saw the man's face clearly, the whole venue erupted into an even louder exclamation than before.

"Oh, my God! Who is that?!"

"This shield... Is that Captain America?!"

"Impossible! Captain America has been dead for seventy years! This must be a hardcore fan playing cosplay!"

The audience discussed animatedly, simply unable to believe their eyes.

Because the Captain America before them was simply too strange.

Not only did he not wear the classic red, white, and blue tights, but instead he wore a set of black combat uniform.

Moreover, his face was full of thick beards, and his eyes were fierce.

If not for the shield being too eye-catching, no one would have associated him with that moral benchmark, Captain America.

Jessica in the VIP stands was dumbfounded beyond belief.

Wasn't Captain America dead? How could he appear here?

The organization didn't tell her about this matter at all!

Are HYDRA's intelligence departments eating shit?!

But at this moment, there was no time for everyone to think about these questions.

Because on the track, a deafening roar came out.

After the man who just fell from the sky crashed to the ground, a terrifying mutation occurred.

His clothes were ripped open, his muscles expanded frantically, and his skin turned a terrifying green.

In just a few seconds, a green giant with explosive muscles appeared in the center of the track.

Everyone knew who this person was.

This is Hulk!

Hulk angrily beat his chest, letting out a heaven-shaking roar, the violent sound wave making people panic.

Luca had a bewildered expression.

Damn it, why did this guy suddenly appear?!

He had never seen Hulk, but he knew the news from a few months ago.

On the day of the Battle of Los Angeles, he also defeated the youth version of Abomination who looked very much like Hulk.

But one thing he was very clear about.

The strength of these giants was very strong and difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, Luca instantly stood up and reached out to Happy, who had long been scared stupid beside him.

"Happy, give me the case."

Happy only then came to his senses, and hurriedly handed the black leather case he was holding to Luca.

Luca took the leather case and leaped directly down from the VIP stands tens of meters high.

In mid-air, he pressed the button on the leather case and threw it under his feet.

The moment his feet stepped on the leather case, the armor began to unfold, rapidly covering his entire body.

When he landed beside Tony, a sleek black armor had already been fully equipped, and the black cape behind him rustled in the wind.

Luca was also holding another silver leather case in his hand.

He casually tossed the silver leather case to Tony.

"Put it on, Tony. You can't beat that green fatty with just muscles alone."

Tony caught the leather case with a solemn expression and stepped on it with one foot.

Accompanied by a series of complex transformations, the red-and-silver Mark V portable armor quickly covered Tony's entire body.

After finishing the equipment, Luca looked at the bearded man beside him.

"Whoa, look who it is." Luca looked Steve up and down and teased.

"Isn't this the Old Popsicle from the museum? What, did hell's air conditioner break, so you ran out for some fresh air?"

Steve was stunned for a moment, as if he found a familiar feeling.

Is this kid possessed by Howard, what the fuck?!

"Are you that bastard son Howard sowed all over the place?" Steve retorted unceremoniously.

"When I was killing Germans in Europe back then, your old man was still shining my boots!"

Tony looked at Steve with a frown.

"Captain, watch your language. You are America's moral benchmark."

"Moral benchmark my ass!"

Steve directly spat a thick phlegm on the ground, pointing at Tony's nose and cursing.

"Damn it, I hate you flashy rich second-generation brats the most. Wait until I twist off the heads of these few ugly monsters, then I'll properly teach you two little bastards a lesson!"

Steve's words left both Luca and Tony with bewildered expressions.

They never expected that the legendary, flawless Captain America would actually be a grumpy old brother with profanity left and right.

"I like this old guy," Luca said to Tony.

"His mouth is even more poisonous than yours."

"Shut up, Luca. Prepare for battle," Tony replied ungraciously.

At this moment, the enemies opposite were also ready.

The angry Hulk stared dead at the three of Luca, blowing heavy air from his nostrils.

The huge armor sent by Hammer also raised the heavy machine guns on its arms, aiming the muzzles at them.

And Ivan Vanko, who had been knocked flying by Tony, also crawled out of the wall.

He was covered in blood, but the madness in his eyes became even more intense, activating the high-energy current whip in his hand once again.

3v3.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

The media reporters at the scene were completely crazy.

Disregarding the danger, they aimed their long lenses at the center of the track.

The camera cut across.

Hulk roared upwards to the sky, slamming his fists heavily onto the ground, smashing out two deep cracks.

The engine of the huge armor roared, and the missile launch bay was already open.

Ivan waved the current whip, leaving trails of blue electric arcs in the air.

The final camera shot froze on the three of Luca.

Luca hovered mid-air, his black cape fluttering in the wind.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes lighting up with two dazzling white-blue lights.

Steve stood on the left, his legs slightly bent, protecting his chest with the shield.

Tony hovered in mid-air, his repulsors lighting up with dazzling light.

"Let's go, guys."

Luca sneered.

"Let's teach these trashes what rules are."

Chapter 110: The Great Battle Begins! (Two-in-One)

Facing the enemies charging from ahead, not a hint of tension could be seen on the faces of Luca and the other two.

Luca raised his hand and casually pointed at Hulk.

"This guy is mine. The big guy looks like he can take a beating, making him a good experimental material."

Steve stared intently at Hammer's giant armor and spat fiercely onto the ground.

"I fucking hate cowards who hide inside armor more than anything in my life! This big tin can is mine! I am going to shove his cannon barrel right up his own ass!"

Hearing this, Tony's face instantly darkened.

Then he looked unhappily toward Ivan Vanko in the distance.

"Why? Why do I have to deal with this unbathed vagrant again? My Mark V has a brand-new paint job! This bastard is going to dirty the armor!"

Luca was already hovering in the air and retorted without even turning his head.

"Because the IQs of the two of you happen to be on the exact same level. Go on, Pikachu."

"Who the fuck are you calling Pikachu?!" Tony cursed loudly.

"Cut the crap, softie, do not fucking steal my prey!" Steve roared, charging straight out with his shield in hand.

On the other side of the racetrack, Ivan Vanko's eyes were bloodshot.

Wielding two high-voltage electric whips flashing with blue light, he lashed fiercely toward Tony in midair.

Mark V was a portable armor; in pursuit of lightweight design, the armor thickness was far inferior to the conventional Mark IV.

If struck by the electric whips, the armor circuitry would definitely be damaged.

But Tony had no intention of dodging whatsoever.

He was a super macho man right now.

Power was surging within his body, and this feeling made his confidence skyrocket.

"Snap!"

The high-voltage electric whip lashed fiercely onto Tony's arm, instantly wrapping around it several times.

Dazzling sparks flickered wildly.

Ivan cracked his blood-filled mouth, revealing a cruel smile.

Thinking he had succeeded, he gripped the whip tightly, intending to drag Tony down from midair.

Yet the next second, his opponent let out a cold sneer.

"Just this little strength? Did you not eat breakfast this morning?"

Far from being dragged down, Tony instead exerted sudden force with his arm.

His physical strength erupted instantly, conducting backward along the electric whip.

Ivan's smile instantly froze.

He only felt an irresistible immense force coming from the whip, and then he was forcibly dragged into midair.

Tony smiled slightly, the armor engine on his right arm operating at full capacity, combining with his own strength to deliver a powerful, momentum-laden rising dragon punch from bottom to top.

"Bang!"

The iron fist slammed heavily into Ivan's chin.

With a crack, Ivan's chin shattered instantly.

He also tumbled a dozen times in the air, crashing heavily into the ruins dozens of meters away and passing out.

Tony landed on the ground, gazing at the dead-or-alive Ivan in the distance, and curled his lips in disdain.

"Your whip is as limp as your pathetic self-esteem."

Meanwhile, Steve also met the giant armor head-on.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Inside the cockpit of the giant armor, the remote control module operated frantically.

Gatling machine guns and micro-missiles poured out like a violent storm, attempting to use saturation firepower to tear this guy into shreds.

Bearing his shield, Steve nimbly shuttled through the hail of bullets.

The ruthless and decisive combat skills of the World War II veteran were displayed to the fullest.

There were no redundant movements during the process; every roll and jump avoided the center of the explosions.

"Son-of-a-bitch technology! They are all toys for softies!"

Cursing up a storm, Steve used abandoned racing car wreckage as cover to rapidly close the distance.

When the distance to the armor was less than ten meters, Steve knew the opportunity had come.

Then, putting strength into his legs, he instantly leaped high into the air.

He swung his shield, striking the weapon circuits on the giant armor's arm with a howling wind.

"Crack!"

The hard armor was utterly vulnerable in front of Vibranium.

Its right arm was instantly disabled, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The armor tried to swing its left arm to counterattack, but Steve directly stepped on the armor to leverage himself for another leap, jumping to the chest area.

"Open up for me!"

Steve roared, gripping the edge of the cockpit tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms.

Accompanied by bursts of tearing sounds, the metal hatch was ripped open a gap by his bare hands.

Following closely, Steve raised his shield and smashed frantically at the hatch.

After just two or three strikes, the hatch was already ruined.

Steve ripped the hatch off, but seeing the empty cockpit inside, he spat in dissatisfaction.

"Not even having the courage to step onto the battlefield, a bunch of fucking losers."

He raised his shield and smashed down fiercely, bashing the internal control module to pieces.

The giant armor instantly lost power, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Justin Hammer in the stands saw this scene, and his legs went soft with fright, causing him to collapse straight onto the ground.

Dammit! His weapons actually did not even last a minute!

But right now, the focus of the entire audience was not on Tony and Steve at all.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the center of the racetrack.

Luca's eyes had long since activated super perception.

In his vision, the charging Hulk was simply a mobile energy source.

He had not expected the other party's body to be filled with violent gamma energy.

The conclusion was that this guy was very strong.

Luca's expression turned solemn.

He knew that facing Hulk, he absolutely could not lower his guard.

"Roar!"

Hulk let out an earth-shattering roar, his legs constantly kicking against the ground, causing a large-scale collapse of the road surface instantly.

As he was about to close in, Hulk flung himself upward, charging straight at Luca in midair.

The speed was so fast that it even crashed through a ring of sonic boom clouds.

Luca did not dodge; he wanted to test the strength.

Thus, he took a deep breath and mobilized all the muscles in his body.

Crossing his arms to protect his chest, he assumed a defensive posture.

The next second, Hulk's sandbag-sized fist slammed down fiercely.

"Boom!!"

A loud explosion blasted above the racetrack, and the shockwave spread outward.

The surrounding glass was all shattered by the vibrations, and the spectators in the stands were blown swaying left and right by the violent wind.

Luca only felt a torrential, overwhelming force surging into his body.

Moreover, this force was absurdly immense.

Before he could even react, he had already flown out, crashing onto the racetrack like a shooting star.

"Bang!"

The ground shook violently, and a large crater formed instantly.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, completely engulfing Luca's figure.

The entire venue fell dead silent.

Jessica in the stands gripped the railing tightly, desperately wanting to know Luca's condition.

She knew Luca was a monster, but Hulk's strength had already exceeded biological limits.

Having taken such a blow head-on, Luca was definitely dead for sure!

"Well done! Smash him to death!" Hammer shouted excitedly from a distance.

Tony and Steve also stopped their actions, gazing at the deep pit with furrowed brows.

Although they knew Luca was freakishly strong, the commotion from that recent blow was truly terrifying.

"Fucking hell, this kid is not going to mess up and screw himself over, is he?" Steve gripped his shield tightly.

Just as everyone was holding their breath, a sound came from within the smoke and dust.

A gentle breeze blew away the dust.

Luca stood at the bottom of the pit, forcing himself back to his feet.

The opponent's strength was far too immense; the armor on his arms had already caved in and developed large-scale cracks.

Luca looked down at his arms, feeling immensely shocked in his heart as well.

Over the past month, he had been absorbing energy every day, and his baseline strength had long since risen to several hundred tons. If he erupted with full power, dishing out over a thousand tons of force was completely not a problem.

But he could be certain that the destructive force generated by Hulk's strike just now definitely exceeded a thousand tons!

Yet what left one speechless was that this was still just Hulk's initial entry state.

Then, just how strong was this guy at his peak?!

However, Luca did not feel scared at all; instead, he revealed a crazy smile.

Because the moment he took that beating just now, his cells had grown excited.

It was very simple—all the kinetic energy generated by Hulk's strike had been absorbed by him!

Luca clenched his fists.

He could clearly feel that after absorbing this massive kinetic energy, his strength had grown significantly stronger than before.

This fucking thing was simply the perfect power bank!

As long as he kept fighting Hulk and continuously absorbing the kinetic energy he generated, he could grow stronger without an upper limit.

Where else could one find a trial subject delivered right to their doorstep if they missed this?

"Hey, Green Fatty."

Luca smiled and immediately hooked his fingers at Hulk, his tone provocative.

"Did you not eat breakfast this morning? Is this little bit of strength supposed to be tickling me?"

Hulk froze for a moment.

His simple brain could not understand why this shorty had not just survived taking a blow from him, but could even stand there and mock him.

Flames of rage burned within Hulk's eyes.

"Hulk! Smash!"

Roaring, Hulk charged up again.

Luca laughed loudly, putting sudden force into his feet as the ground collapsed once more.

He transformed into a streak of black lightning, meeting Hulk head-on.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two engaged in a primitive hand-to-hand brawl on the racetrack.

They discarded all fancy techniques, leaving only flesh-to-flesh collisions.

Moreover, every time their fists intersected, a visible circle of shockwaves would burst forth.

At the very beginning, Luca was indeed being beaten while suppressed.

Hulk's strength was too great, and his physique also held an absolute advantage.

Luca was frequently blown flying by a punch, smashing the racetrack to pieces.

But every time he was sent flying, Luca would charge back at an even faster speed.

The armor had completely shattered, revealing his sturdy muscle lines.

Hulk's fists hammering onto his body produced a muffled sound like beating iron.

Tony and Steve stood in the distance observing this god-tier fight.

To be honest, both of them were feeling somewhat restless.

"Old Popsicle, should we go up and help?" Tony raised his repulsors, aiming at Hulk.

"Fucking hell, what did you just call me?"

"I said, do you want to go help?"

"Duh! I am not some softie standing on the sidelines watching a show!" Steve cursed loudly, getting ready to charge with his shield in hand.

As a result, the two of them had barely run a few steps when the shockwave generated by the mutual fist collision between Luca and Hulk swept straight across them.

"Bang!"

Tony and Steve were directly blown away by the aftershock, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"What the hell! What kind of monster-level battle is this fucking thing!" Tony climbed up covered in dust and ashes, complaining loudly.

"Dammit! How is this kid's strength even more exaggerated than before?!"

Steve spat out the dirt in his mouth, his face full of shock.

The two finally realized that in a battle of this level, they could not possibly butt in at all.

Forcing their way up would only result in them being blasted to death by indiscriminate AOE damage.

In the center of the racetrack, the battle had entered a white-hot phase.

As the battle continued, the energy Luca absorbed became more and more abundant.

Naturally, his punching speed became faster and faster, and his strength grew heavier and heavier.

From being passively beaten at the very beginning to now, Luca was fully capable of going toe-to-toe with Hulk head-on, and even faintly gaining the upper hand.

"Bang!"

Luca delivered a powerful, momentum-laden uppercut, slamming fiercely into Hulk's chin.

Hulk was hit so hard his feet left the ground, stumbling backward several steps.

But Hulk did not fall down.

On the contrary, the fury in his eyes grew even more intense.

The muscles on his body expanded by another circle, and the green of his skin became even deeper.

The angrier Hulk became, the stronger his strength grew.

Luca furrowed his brows slightly.

He had discovered a problem.

Although he could absorb kinetic energy to grow stronger, Hulk's speed of growing stronger was not slow either.

If they continued to fight like this on the ground, the arena would be torn into ruins by them.

Moreover, Luca had tried firing energy from his eyes to attack Hulk.

High-temperature lasers blasted onto Hulk's chest, and although they burned Hulk's skin to a char,

the opponent's perverted self-healing ability restored it to its original state within a few seconds.

Conventional energy attacks simply could not break through his defense.

He had to change his fighting style.

Seeing Hulk charging over roaring once more, a sharp glint flashed through Luca's eyes.

"Since the ground cannot kill you, let us go play in the sky."

Luca stopped throwing punches, instead spreading his arms and letting Hulk crash into his body.

At the moment of contact, Luca hugged Hulk's waist tightly.

The next second, an invisible energy field instantly covered the two of them.

Following closely, Luca carried Hulk and surged toward the high altitude.

The speed instantly broke through ten Mach.

The intense back-pushing sensation and weightlessness caused Hulk to let out an uneasy roar.

On the ground, Hulk was the invincible king of destruction.

But at tens of thousands of meters in high altitude, without any leverage point, Hulk possessed a body full of strength yet could only rage powerlessly.

Soon, the two of them broke through the clouds and arrived in the stratosphere.

The air here was extremely thin, and the temperature was extremely low.

Luca released his hands and kicked Hulk in the chest, sending him flying backward.

In midair, Hulk lost his balance and began a free fall, plummeting rapidly toward the ground.

"Now, it is my turn."

Luca looked at the falling Hulk and smiled slightly.

He changed direction, transforming into a stream of light as he dove toward Hulk.

Under the dual blessing of gravitational acceleration and his own flight propulsion, Luca's speed reached the extreme limit.

In almost an instant, he caught up to the falling Hulk.

"Bang!"

Luca delivered a knee strike, slamming fiercely into Hulk's back.

Hulk let out a miserable scream, his falling speed suddenly accelerating.

But this was only the beginning.

During Hulk's descent, Luca unleashed a frantic barrage of attacks around him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Luca's fists fell upon Hulk like raindrops.

Every punch carried terrifying kinetic energy, beating Hulk until he tumbled continuously.

At the same time, dazzling white-blue light lit up in Luca's eyes.

Two thick energy rays jetted out, continuously bombarding Hulk's body.

The dual torture of physical strikes and high-temperature energy made it completely impossible for Hulk to organize an effective defense.

On the ground.

Everyone was looking up at the sky.

They saw a green shooting star, suppressed tightly by a white-blue beam of light, crashing down toward an open space outside the racetrack.

"Rumble!!!"

Hulk slammed heavily onto the ground.

In an instant, it was as if a low-yield nuclear bomb had been detonated.

A gigantic mushroom cloud rose into the air.

The terrifying shockwave spread outward, and the entire Monaco shook violently.

Chapter 111: The Two Siblings (Two-in-One)

The howling wind whipped up dust and gravel all over the sky, and the surrounding iron railings fell to the ground with a clatter.

The spectators in the stands screamed and clutched their heads, crouching under their seats to escape this apocalyptic scene.

It took a full few minutes for the deafening roar to gradually die down.

The mushroom cloud and the dust filling the sky gradually dispersed under the blowing of the sea breeze.

Everyone gathered their courage to peer out, looking toward the center of the impact.

In their line of sight, an exaggeratedly large crater appeared.

Acrid white smoke was still rising from this large crater.

And right in the center of the bottom of the crater, Hulk lay there.

He looked absolutely miserable right now.

Large areas of his skin were charred black, seemingly the result of being continuously burned by Luca's lasers.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped heavily, spitting out hot air with every breath.

But what made everyone's scalp tingle was that even after enduring the impact of the fall, combined with Luca's tempestuous strikes and energy bombardment,

this monster was actually still alive.

"Roar..."

Hulk let out a low growl.

Then, the charred muscles on his body began to squirm, and his burned skin began to heal.

He tried to stand up, his anger-filled eyes staring intently at the sky.

It was as if that World-destroying little combo from just now hadn't caused him any fatal damage.

Just then, a faint sound of breaking air came from the sky.

Luca slowly descended from the sky.

Now, the armor on his body was completely tattered.

Large areas of his chest and arms were shattered, revealing solid muscles, making him look like he had just escaped from a refugee camp.

This scene shocked the entire venue.

Not only the spectators on site, but also the audience watching the live TV broadcast all over the World, gasped in unison.

Far away in her Los Angeles apartment, Gwen was staring at the TV screen with a face full of worry.

This was the first time she had seen Luca in such a disheveled state since she met him.

In her memory, Luca always possessed an invincible posture.

But now, seeing his tattered armor, Gwen's heart clenched.

Through the live broadcast camera, everyone clearly saw Hulk still struggling and roaring at the bottom of the crater, and they also saw Hulk's unreasonable ferocity and vitality.

Luca landed on the edge of the crater, looked down at his armor, and curled his lips in disgust.

"Tony, the materials are too poor," Luca complained without turning his head.

"It seems that after I go back, I'll have to find some new type of metal to make armor."

Hearing Luca's complaint, Tony's face darkened, and he immediately retorted loudly.

"Fuck! What do you know? This is already the best metal that can be found on the market! You were the one who insisted on using your body to head-on resist Hulk's fists!"

Hearing their conversation, Steve, who was standing to the side, furrowed his brow slightly.

He suddenly thought of the shield in his hand.

Back when Howard Stark forged this shield for him, he seemed to have mentioned that it was mixed with a material called Vibranium.

This material was incredibly hard and could also absorb kinetic energy.

However, Steve looked at Hulk, then at the messy ruins around them.

He felt that the current situation was obviously not suitable for discussing materials science.

He swallowed his words and gripped his shield tightly.

Luca tugged at the few shattered pieces of armor hanging off him, feeling they were in the way.

"Forget it, wearing this crappy outfit is just a burden anyway."

Luca snorted coldly, and his body suddenly exerted force.

"Bang!"

With a dull explosion, the remaining armor on his upper body was instantly shattered to pieces, turning into countless specks of dust that drifted away with the wind.

A perfect physique was displayed in front of the cameras worldwide.

"Wow..."

In the stands, countless girls couldn't help but gasp at this sight.

Some even covered their mouths, their faces flushed, nearly climaxing on the spot.

Tony froze for a moment, then couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Fuck! Exhibitionist, do you really have to show off your muscles at a time like this? This isn't an underwear commercial shoot!"

Steve also frowned.

"Do you have an exhibitionist streak, kid? That move is as disgusting as a male stripper flaunting his stuff on stage."

Far away in Los Angeles, Gwen's cheeks instantly turned bright red when she saw Luca's bare upper body.

She bit her lip and muttered softly.

"This bastard... always knows how to attract women everywhere."

At the bottom of the crater.

"Roar!"

Hulk finally struggled to his feet.

The burns on his body had mostly healed, and the rage in his eyes seemed ready to erupt.

He stared fixedly at Luca, bending his legs, preparing to charge once more.

Luca's gaze gradually turned cold.

"Alright, warm-up is over. I don't have time to play with you."

He took a deep breath.

Then, he mobilized all the kinetic energy he had just absorbed from Hulk during the battle.

Terrifying energy surged wildly through his meridians toward his right fist.

Gradually, a blinding blue light lit up on Luca's right fist.

This light grew brighter and more solid, eventually turning into a high-density energy sphere.

"Hulk smash!"

Hulk roared, his massive body soaring into the air as he swung his giant fist, smashing down hard toward Luca.

Luca stood in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The moment Hulk rushed in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and his right fist, enveloped in blue energy, slammed heavily into Hulk's chest.

"Bang!!"

A dull, massive boom sounded.

This strike penetrated directly into the opponent's body.

Hulk instantly froze mid-air.

The anger on his face froze, followed by pain and confusion.

Luca's punch didn't cause physical damage but used energy to directly disrupt and scatter the energy inside Hulk's body.

"Argh..."

Hulk let out an unwilling wail.

Right after, under everyone's unbelievable gazes, Hulk began to shrink rapidly.

His green skin gradually receded, returning to a normal human skin tone.

In just a few short seconds, the overbearing Hulk was gone.

Reappearing was a scrawny, weak middle-aged man.

Bruce Banner.

Banner's eyes were tightly shut, completely passed out.

He then fell from mid-air, crashing heavily into the dirt.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned by this dramatic scene.

A monster that even missiles couldn't blow up was actually beaten back to his original form by a single punch from Luca?

Luca withdrew his fist, shook his head upon seeing this.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

"This size really doesn't match your temper from just now. With just this little toothpick, you dare to come out and streak?"

Then, he turned his head to look at Tony.

"Tony, hurry up and find him a pair of pants to wear. Don't let him pollute the audience's eyes here."

Steve also strode to the edge of the crater, the corners of his eyes twitching violently.

"What the actual fuck!"

"Did Howard actually father a son back then, or did he fucking create a monster in his lab? Your strength, kid, is simply more ridiculous than an old lady's vagina!"

Tony landed on the ground, his faceplate sliding open.

Although he was also shocked in his heart by Luca's punch just now, he could absolutely never admit defeat verbally.

"What's the big deal?" Tony raised his chin proudly.

"If I put on the Hulkbuster armor I'm currently conceiving, I could also beat Hulk back to his original form with one punch. I just didn't want to dirty my new paint job, after all, this is a limited-edition red."

"Is that so?" Luca cast a sidelong glance at Tony, mercilessly exposing him.

"Where is this Hulkbuster armor? Is it in your head? Or do you plan to use your sixty-five tons of strength to give Hulk a full-body massage?"

"What the hell do you know? The power of science is limitless!" Tony retorted loudly.

"The power of science is indeed limitless, but your height is limited, shorty."

"Who are you calling shorty?!"

Seeing the two brothers starting to bicker amidst the ruins, Steve helplessly covered his forehead.

He now seriously doubted whether the brain wiring of these two brothers was completely abnormal.

On the other side, in a corner of the stands.

Justin Hammer hid behind a shattered boulder, his entire body shaking like a leaf.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of Luca beating Hulk back to his original form.

Right now, he had only one thought in his head.

Run! Run immediately!

"Vincent! Vincent! Quickly, help me up, we need to get out of this godforsaken place right now!"

Vincent's face was also deathly pale at this moment.

Looking at Luca in the distance and feeling the energy radiating from his body, his scalp also tingled for a moment.

Too strong!

This human was simply an incomprehensible monster!

Arulu realized that in his current state, if he were discovered by Luca, he would definitely be instantly killed.

It felt that it still needed to lay low first, find an opportunity to evolve again, and absorb more energy before being qualified to stand in front of this guy.

"Boss, let's go."

Vincent pulled up the weak-kneed Hammer, and the two of them quietly slipped out of the racetrack while everyone's attention was focused on the track.

Meanwhile, in the VIP stands.

Jessica slumped in her chair, her back already drenched in cold sweat.

Having witnessed the entire process of Luca's battle with Hulk, the fear in her heart had reached its peak.

She finally realized that HYDRA's attempt to use a monster like Hulk to fight Luca was simply seeking their own death!

The entire process of this incident had already been broadcast live by the media cameras.

She believed that Pierce and Dr. Zola, far away in Washington, must have seen it too.

She didn't know what Pierce and the others would think now, but at the moment, her own scalp was already tingling.

Luca's strength was growing stronger with every passing second.

Furthermore, this man was dark-bellied and insidious.

She didn't know when her identity would be exposed.

With Luca's character of having no moral baseline,

once he discovered she was with HYDRA, he would definitely kill her without hesitation, or torture her using even more brutal methods.

"What kind of a goddamn mission did I take on..." Jessica closed her eyes in pain.

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, night fell.

Monaco, Monte Carlo Hotel.

Luca, Tony, Steve, Pepper, Jessica, and Happy, who was supporting a weak Bruce Banner, arrived at the hotel front desk.

Because the racetrack was destroyed, their original itinerary was completely disrupted, and they could only settle down in the hotel first.

Tony, wealthy and overbearing, booked an entire row of luxury suites on a certain floor of the hotel, arranging rooms for everyone.

"Listen up, guys." Tony clapped his hands.

"Everyone go back to your rooms first, take a shower, and change into clean clothes. In two hours, we'll gather at the hotel restaurant to have dinner together, and by the way, discuss how to handle this..."

Tony pointed at Banner, who was pale and leaning on Happy.

"...this bomb that could explode at any moment."

Everyone nodded in agreement and walked toward their respective rooms with their room cards.

Luca tossed his room card in his hand, walking slowly down the corridor toward his room.

Although he had gone through a high-intensity battle today, Luca not only felt no fatigue, but instead felt terrifyingly energetic.

Because today, his strength had received an unprecedented boost!

During his battle with Hulk, he had absorbed energy like crazy.

That energy was converted by his cells, becoming nourishment for his evolution.

As Luca walked, he felt the surging, ocean-like power inside his body.

He could clearly feel that his muscle density and bone strength had both undergone a qualitative leap.

If his base strength was several hundred tons before,

then now, he felt his base strength had directly soared to the thousand-ton level!

And this was just his base strength.

If he mobilized all the energy in his body with full force, unleashing several thousand tons of destructive power would absolutely not be a problem.

Not only that, the bio-energy field in his body had also become more solid, and the temperature and power of his energy projection had been significantly enhanced.

"Hulk is really a good guy," Luca smiled with satisfaction.

"Next time there's a chance, I'll have to spar with him more."

At this moment, Luca did not yet know that the assassins arranged by HYDRA had already quietly snuck into his room.

When Luca walked to his room door and was about to swipe his card to open it,

his movements suddenly paused.

Relying on his super hearing, he clearly captured a conversation in lowered voices coming from inside the room.

There was someone in the room, and there were two of them.

"Sister, we can finally take our revenge on Stark."

A young man's voice came through, his tone excited, but even more so, nervous.

"But... but you also saw today, Lucas Stark is simply a monster. Can we really defeat him?"

Right after, a young girl's voice sounded.

"I don't know, Pietro," the girl's voice trembled slightly.

"But the organization requires us to come and try. And regardless of whether the organization requires it or not, we must try."

"Our parents died under a Stark Industries bomb. If we back down, how will we get our revenge?"

Outside the door, Luca raised an eyebrow.

Pietro? Sister? Revenge? A Stark Industries bomb?

Although Luca didn't know these two people, from these few lines of dialogue, he immediately deduced their identities and motives.

Obviously, these were assassins sent by HYDRA.

And it sounded like they were two victims whose families were destroyed by weapons manufactured by Stark Industries in its early years.

They had probably been brainwashed or controlled by HYDRA.

"HYDRA really loves playing these bitter, tragic dramas."

Luca sneered.

If it were someone with a moral cleanliness complex hearing such a tragic backstory, they might feel pity and even lay down their weapons to reform them.

But who was Luca?

He was a scumbag with absolutely no moral baseline.

Since they dared to come and kill him, they had to be prepared to be counter-killed.

Luca deliberately pretended to know nothing, lightheartedly humming a tune of a popular song.

"Beep!"

The room card swiped over the sensor, and the door lock made a crisp clicking sound.

Luca pushed open the door and strode into the pitch-black room.

Chapter 112: All of You Go to the Grave with Them!!

Luca smiled slightly.

He then pushed open the door and strode into the pitch-black room.

He casually closed the door behind him without turning on the light, leisurely walking toward the bar counter in the center of the room.

He picked up a bottle of red wine, pulled out the cork, grabbed a goblet, and poured himself a glass.

Pietro and Wanda, hiding in the dark, held their breath.

Pietro hid behind the curtain, watching Luca's back, feeling extremely nervous.

Today, they had witnessed the battle at the racetrack with their own eyes.

He knew Luca had defeated the Hulk, and that his strength was terrifying.

But at the thought of his deceased parents, Pietro gritted his teeth.

He decided to make his move.

Pietro's ability was Super Speed.

Hesitating no longer, he activated his power in an instant, turning into an afterimage as he charged at Luca's back.

He held a sharp, specially made dagger in his hand, preparing to pierce Luca's heart directly.

In Pietro's view, his speed was already at its limit, and the other person would definitely not be able to react in time.

However, in Luca's perception, Pietro's movements were so slow they made him sleepy.

So slow that he even had time to take a sip of red wine and savor the taste.

Just as Pietro was about to reach him, he casually extended a foot to the side.

"Bang!"

Pietro couldn't brake in time and was directly tripped.

Due to his high speed, he completely lost his balance and tumbled several times on the floor.

He fell hard; Pietro felt like his bones were falling apart, and the dagger in his hand flew out.

"Pietro!"

Seeing her brother hurt, Wanda, who was hiding behind the sofa, immediately gasped in horror.

She ran out from the dark, a red glow lighting up her hands.

This was her Chaos Magic.

Wanda tried to use her magic to control Luca's brain and render him defenseless.

The red energy turned into tendrils of mist, drifting toward Luca's head.

"Is this some kind of new energy attack?"

Luca looked at the red mist floating from the girl's hands, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He thought it was something like a neurotoxin or some high-tech energy attack.

As it happened, he wanted to test his current resistance.

The red mist instantly seeped into his head.

In the next second, Luca froze on the spot.

...

Soon.

Luca felt the image before his eyes distort.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself floating tens of thousands of meters up in the sky.

The surrounding oxygen was thin, but it had no effect on him whatsoever.

Looking down at his hands, unprecedented power surged through his body.

This feeling was too exaggerated.

He felt that right now, he was thousands, tens of thousands of times stronger than when he fought the Hulk earlier today!

He had an illusion that with a simple wave of his hand, he could flatten an entire ocean.

Had he... become stronger?!

"What's going on? Wasn't I just at the hotel?"

Luca frowned, filled with confusion.

Just as he wanted to look around to see where he was, his gaze suddenly caught sight of a pile of ruins below.

In the next second, Luca's pupils contracted, as if struck by lightning.

Because in the ruins below lay several people.

That was Tony.

That was Pepper.

That was Happy.

And Gwen.

All of them lay in pools of blood, covered in wounds, their chests showing no signs of breathing, clearly dead.

Luca could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Tony was dead?

This brother who was always bickering with him, a tsundere who secretly cared deeply for him, was dead?

His only relative in the World, dead?

And Gwen, the girl he had just made things official with, was also dead?

And Pepper, his caring sisterly figure who was like family, dead?

And Happy, his companion of many years, dead?

Luca's mind went blank; he didn't know what had happened.

But at this moment, he suddenly began to laugh.

He laughed abnormally loud, laughing with sheer madness.

The laughter echoed across the sky, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

Haha!

Haha!

Dead! They're all dead! Haha! Hahaha!

Just then, an angry shout came from below.

Luca looked down and saw a large group of strangely dressed people standing on the other side of the ruins.

Standing at the very front was a glowing woman, like an oversized lightbulb.

Beside her stood a purple-skinned giant with a chin like a purple yam, wearing golden armor and holding a massive double-bladed sword.

Next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a mage cloak, draped in a red cape, conjuring golden magic arrays in his hands.

Farther behind them stood several colossal figures that reached the sky, their entire bodies glowing, making it impossible to discern their exact appearances.

The glowing woman flew up, hovering in midair beneath Luca.

"Lucas Stark!"

The woman shouted loudly, her tone full of righteous indignation.

"You've lost! Hand over the Infinity Stones!"

Luca was still laughing maniacally in the air.

Hearing those words, he suddenly stopped laughing.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the glowing woman opposite him.

By now, Luca's eyes had turned a brilliant white-blue, looking as if two Suns were burning inside them.

At this moment, he only cared about one thing.

"Tony and the others..."

Luca's voice trembled, filled with madness repressed to the extreme.

"Did you kill them?"

The glowing woman froze for a second.

Then, a hint of apology appeared on her face as she spoke.

"You stole the Infinity Stones, which will destroy the entire Universe. Our purpose was to stop you. I'm sorry..."

Before the woman could finish her sentence—

"Shut up."

Luca interrupted her coldly.

The white-blue light in his eyes grew increasingly intense, and the surrounding space began to distort under the terrifying energy.

Luca looked down at the self-righteous group, his body trembling slightly with rage.

"Since you killed them..."

"Then all of you can go to the grave with them!!!"

In the next second, a dazzling light descended from the heavens.

The blue-and-white pillar of energy, like divine judgment bringing the end of the World, instantly filled the entire space.

An aura of destruction surged forth, devouring everything below.

...

After the blinding white light faded,

Luca opened his eyes once more.

He found that he had arrived at yet another place.

He was stunned, the energy in his eyes nearly erupting uncontrollably.

"Where the fuck is this now?"

Luca was utterly baffled.

He didn't understand. He was clearly just avenging Tony and the others—how did he switch maps again in the blink of an eye?

Before he could realize what was going on, the screeching of brakes and the sound of a crash suddenly came from ahead.

"Bang!"

A car accident seemed to have occurred ahead.

Luca shook his dizzy head and focused his eyes ahead.

In the next second, he froze on the spot.

This scene, this dark road, this car crashed into a tree...

He was all too familiar with it!

Not long ago, he and Tony had watched that anonymous surveillance video together in the lab.

This was the exact spot where his parents were assassinated back then!

Luca glanced at the street sign by the road and felt the surrounding temperature.

Was this December 16, 1991?!

Luca was truly bewildered.

What on earth happened?

Could it be that during that big battle just now, he was actually one-shotted by that glowing woman?

And then after dying, his soul time-traveled back to the day his parents died?

"Fuck, isn't this just a time-travel plot from a movie?"

Luca couldn't help but complain.

But soon, his eyes became razor-sharp.

Regardless of whether this was time travel or what the situation was,

now that he was here, he would never let that damned killer murder his parents again!

Hesitating no longer, Luca vanished from where he stood.

In the next second, he was already at the crash scene.

He arrived just in time.

A masked man with a metal left arm sat on a motorcycle, preparing to draw his weapon and head toward the wrecked car.

Luca didn't bother with nonsense; his eyes instantly lit up.

"Chi!"

Two beams of light shot out, sweeping across the killer's legs.

"Ahhh!!!"

The killer let out a miserable scream.

His feet were instantly severed, causing him to fall heavily off the motorcycle onto the ground, blood pooling everywhere.

Luca hurried over to the car and ripped open the deformed door.

Seeing the situation inside the car, Luca let out a long sigh of relief.

This time, perhaps because his appearance triggered a butterfly effect,

his parents hadn't sustained fatal injuries like in the video.

That was because cushioning devices similar to modern airbags were actually installed in the car, greatly protecting their safety.

Although Howard and Maria were somewhat dizzy, their lives were not in danger.

With trembling hands, Luca carefully helped his parents out of the car.

At this time, Howard and Maria did not recognize who this tall, handsome young man before them was.

After all, in their memory, Luca was still a little kid at this point.

"Thank you, young man."

Howard patted the dust off himself, looking at Luca with lingering fear.

"If it weren't for your timely appearance, we might have lost our lives here today. Thank you very much for saving us."

Maria also nodded repeatedly, expressing her gratitude to Luca.

But soon, Howard's brows furrowed.

He noticed that the reaction of this savior before him was very odd.

Right now, Luca's eyes were red, and tears were brimming in them.

He stared intently at Howard and Maria, his hands trembling as he tightly gripped Howard's hand, as if afraid that if he let go, they would disappear.

Howard felt a bit creeped out by Luca's gaze and asked tentatively,

"Sir, have we... had any contact before? Do you know me?"

Chapter 113 You did a great job, kid

At this moment, Luca was a bit at a loss.

How many years had it been?

He hadn't seen his parents in nearly twenty years.

Countless days and nights, he had been hoping to see them again, even if only in his dreams.

But now, when his parents were truly standing alive in front of him, he didn't know what to say.

The overwhelming excitement blocked his throat, making him not know how to speak.

Howard saw Luca's excitement, thinking the other person was stimulated because of the thrilling scene just now.

Thinking about it, he offered words of comfort once more.

"Young man, thank you very much for your rescue. But... did something happen to you? Do you need help?"

Luca took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart.

Staring at his father's face, which was aged yet full of wisdom, and then looking at his mother's gentle gaze.

Finally, with trembling lips, he called out that word he had practiced countless times in his heart.

"Father."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became quiet.

Howard and Maria were both stunned as well.

They looked at each other, their faces full of bewilderment, completely unaware of what had happened.

Maria was the first one who couldn't sit still.

She took a step forward, carefully scrutinizing Luca's face.

Seeing these familiar brows and eyes, seeing this contour identical to Howard's, and that miraculous connection of blood.

After a long while, Maria's tears also flowed down.

She extended a trembling hand, gently stroking Luca's cheek.

Afterwards, she gently spoke: "The future... has made you suffer a lot, Luca."

Luca was stunned.

Howard was also stunned.

Only then did he re-examine the young man in front of him carefully.

As the top genius scientist of this era, Howard was very smart.

Combining Luca's appearance and that word 'father', as well as those extraordinary attack methods just now.

The smart Howard immediately guessed something.

Luca was also somewhat bewildered when his mother called out his name in one breath.

Excited, he stammered: "I... I... Mom, how do you know it's me?"

Maria, with tears streaming down, gently stroked Luca's hair and said with a smile.

"Silly child, you are my child. In this World, how could there be a mother who doesn't recognize her own child?"

Howard also completely understood.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

Then he stepped forward, gave Luca a solid hug, and heavily patted his shoulder.

He hesitated for a moment, then said a sentence in a serious and proud tone.

"This time, you did a great job, Luca."

Luca was stunned for a moment, then tightly hugged his father back.

You must know that in Luca's memories, his father Howard had always been a strict father, very stingy with praise for his children.

But this time, Howard used a clumsy way to give Luca the greatest affirmation.

After releasing the hug, Luca deeply adjusted his breath again, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He looked at his parents, speaking somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I didn't control my emotions well. You guys... have been gone for nearly twenty years. I haven't seen you in a long time."

Hearing this, the two of them were stunned for a moment.

Afterwards, Howard looked at the tragic scene around him, and then looked at the assassin lying in a pool of blood.

"So, it's this time, right?" Howard asked calmly.

Luca hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes. Today in 1991, you were assassinated. The truth given by the outside World all says you just encountered a car accident."

"But facts have proven, it's not like that."

Saying that, Luca pointed at the assassin on the ground who had lost both feet.

Howard nodded, then stepped in front of the assassin.

At this time, through powerful recovery ability, the assassin had already stopped the bleeding and pain of his broken legs.

He was staring at them with cold and emotionless eyes.

Howard squatted down and violently ripped off the mask on the assassin's face.

When seeing clearly the face under the mask, Howard and Maria were startled.

Howard widened his eyes and softly said a sentence.

"Bucky?"

Maria also covered her mouth, shaking her head repeatedly.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Luca stepped forward, frowned, and asked: "Who is Bucky? Is the assassin's name Bucky?"

Howard was stunned for a long time, trying to call Bucky's name a few times, but the other party had completely no reaction, their eyes still as cold as a machine.

Afterwards, he sighed, only then confirming that the other party was definitely brainwashed.

Thus, he quickly stood up and looked at Luca.

His gaze was somewhat complicated, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he began to explain.

"Luca, it seems our family has been targeted. This person is Bucky Barnes, one of the members of the Howling Commandos back then."

"At the same time, he is also Captain America Steve Rogers' best friend, and also our good friend."

"But during World War II, he had already fallen off a cliff during a mission and accidentally passed away."

After listening, Luca's brow furrowed even deeper.

A person who should have passed away decades ago actually came back to life, and even specifically ran over to assassinate his good friend?

And looking like this, it seemed he didn't even recognize his parents.

But Luca quickly shook his head, his gaze turning cold.

"No matter whether he was voluntary, no matter who brainwashed him, he deserves to die!"

"Forgiving him is something God should do, and what I should do is send him to meet God."

Saying that, Luca raised his hand, preparing to directly end this assassin.

Seeing Luca's facial expression change, Howard immediately understood what his son was thinking in his heart, and hurriedly reached out to stop Luca.

This wasn't because his kindness overflowed, but because he discovered a terrifying thing.

Moreover, he couldn't leave a psychological burden for his child.

"Wait a minute, kid." Howard looked at Luca with a serious expression.

"No matter how you came here, no matter what method you used. But this World has already changed because of your appearance."

"You can't continue to change anything anymore. What you want to kill is the Bucky belonging to your World, not him here. You must kill him of your World! You cannot let him go!"

"He of this World can only be left to us, left to you and Tony of this World to kill."

"And now, you should return to where you should go."

Luca was stunned for a moment, and asked perplexedly: "Why? I finally saved you guys."

Howard sighed, slowly explaining to Luca.

"This is a problem of space-time paradox. If you kill him here, or excessively change the existing future, it might produce unpredictable impacts on this World, and even the World where you are located."

"You have already saved us, that is enough."

"But after you go back, you must not let him go! Understand? Kid!"

Howard looked at Luca, his gaze full of deep paternal love.

"Luca, remember, no matter what happens in the future, the men of the Stark Family should never let anyone influence your thoughts, do what you want to do, and protect the people you love."

"Also, after going back, say hello to Tony for me. Tell him I have always been proud of you guys."

Maria also stepped forward, embracing Luca once more.

"Kid, go back. You and Tony must live well in the future. Mom loves you guys."

Luca looked at his parents, his eye sockets moist once more.

Afterwards, he nodded heavily.

...

Real World.

In the hotel room.

Pietro cowered in the corner of the room, shivering all over.

In the center of the room, Wanda and Luca maintained one posture, motionless.

Both of them had fallen into a dazed posture.

Pietro felt that Luca right now was simply too terrifying.

Because at this time, a layer of powerful white-blue energy field erupted from Luca's body.

This layer of energy field wrapped Wanda and Luca within it.

Pietro couldn't approach even half a step.

He tried to rush over to save his younger sister, but as soon as he touched the edge of the energy field, he was bounced flying away by a huge force.

Pietro was so anxious he was about to cry.

He didn't know what was wrong with Luca.

Could it be that his sister did something to Luca in the illusion, causing this monster to go berserk?

Just when Pietro was at a loss.

"Hoo!"

Wanda suddenly gasped a breath of cold air, waking up.

At the same time, the energy field around Luca also vanished.

Wanda's legs went soft, and she directly slumped down, panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Wanda! Are you alright!"

Pietro hurriedly scrambled over and supported his sister.

Wanda ignored her older brother, instead raising her head, looking with a complicated gaze at Luca, who still had his eyes closed.

Everything that just happened in the illusion, she saw it all.

Furthermore, because she was the initiator of the magic, her spirit and Luca's were connected together.

Therefore, she clearly felt all of Luca's emotional fluctuations in the illusion.

It could be said that this was truly feeling the same emotions.

She felt the despair and madness when Luca thought of the death of his loved ones.

She felt Luca's resoluteness to destroy everyone rather than failing to protect his family.

She also felt the suppressed yearning and fragility for twenty years when Luca saw his parents.

Wanda had always thought that the people of the Stark Family were all cold-blooded capitalists, all demons who manufactured death.

But now, she found herself wrong.

This playboy who seemingly had no moral bottom line on the surface was actually, deep down inside, a pitiful person who yearned for family affection and cherished his family.

Their parents were also cruelly killed when they were very young.

To some extent, Luca and the two of them as siblings were the same kind of person.

At this time, Wanda's heart was full of contradiction and complication.

Her hatred for Luca, after feeling that deep sorrow, was somewhat shaken.

Just at this moment.

Luca's eyelids trembled slightly.

Afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes.